She’d been at Rachel’s a few weeks ago when her friend was getting ready for a date. Rachel had ended up with outfits strewn all over her bedroom before she’d finally picked one. Then she’d applied her makeup with more than her usual care, spent twenty minutes making her golden hair look like she hadn’t done a thing to it, and spritzed on the barest hint of a spicy perfume. She’d been struck by the look on Rachel’s face during this flurry of activity. Her excitement and anticipation had built until she announced she was ready, her eyes sparkling as she gave herself one last look in the mirror. Remembering that evening now, Allison felt a twinge of jealousy. Not over Rachel’s date, whose face she couldn’t even recall, but over her uncomplicated pleasure in the dating process itself. While she hadn’t been out with a man in over a year, she’d been single for much longer than that. Ten years. It had been ten years since the night she’d broken up with Paul. The night she’d lied about to everyone, including her own family.
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